DG89

Been a while, cranked the dial, life is vile, but no more.

I will travel, destinations, beach and sun, and random nations,

That’s the plan for my elation, leaving room for some temptations, no such thing as empty miles, I am ready to explore.

All the stress I always wore, every argument – a war, walking through the doors of freedom, I was writing my own lore.

Reminiscent of baroque, I don’t fly, I only soar.

Always dreaming in my core, losing masks I always wore, 

But at least I’m never bored, the Excalibur – my sword.

But at least I’m always me, always practice what I bring,

Stepping slowly on the carpet leading up to mighty ring.

Like a bee, I fly and sting, only float and never sink, don’t be shocked if I go crazy and will dye my hair pink.

Very little that I need, sand and water and some weed,

And perhaps I’ll dial down and forget to even breed.

I will lie forever still, I’ll forget my might and will, I’ll go round and about and discover what’s the deal.

I will deal myself full house, or perhaps a royal flush, I will always act aroused, but I’m never in a rush.

I will welcome old and known, cause I’m tired of the new, I’ll be brave and bold and random, like the pictures that I drew.

This is it, my wild brew, this is not my fun in lieu of me being disconnected, or perhaps I simply grew.

I am free, but I am not. I’m detached and I’m tied down. I’ll examine every moment, but I’m now ocean bound.

Let tranquility replace every whip and every lace.

I am dumbing it all down, it’s no longer just a race.

Let the ocean wash my soul, let the sun break down walls to the magic of detachment, where my mind, it simply stalls.